Benders Supernatural Novels & Stories

I wished with all my heart that Lucious hadn’t taken that smile away years ago. I looked back at the hidden bridge that connected the werewolf world to the human world. A wave of homesickness hit me. I didn’t know when I would return, but I prayed I would find my mother soon. Taking a deep breath, I turned and walked deeper into the forest. After a while, the trees began to thin, and a huge, luxurious mansion came into view. It stood right beside the border, like a fortress built between the human world and the werewolf realm.

Razali added. “Anything else?” “I had men sweeping the spot with the Colonel’s men.” ASP Wong said. “According to reports, nothing was found. Not yet.” Colonel stated. I smiled. This was a sign of a supernatural phenomenon where a human accidentally transgresses into the other arena, the non-human dimension, and becomes trapped there. They are therefore unseen by the humans even though they may be physically next to them. “If you look closer, I think the boys must have seen something... or someone.”

Sarah, kicked Brenda hard in the belly to get away from her, making her fall with a loud thud to the floor. "Damn Alice, again meddling in what you don't care about, don't you realize this is a battle that doesn't belong to you?" "Dear Cleopatra, I'm not one to get into trouble that doesn't interest me and even less of this kind, but you stopped belonging to this earth a long time ago, you shouldn't be bothering humans, nor paranormal, these are other times." Brenda made a gesture of disdain to Sarah and threw herself against her to take her with blows, but they were not normal blows, they were with supernatural force and with an aura of evil, but Sarah did not reach to receive them, she dod

Bella said. He relaxed a little and returned his attention to Maverick. “Fine,” he said, taking up his station leaning against the wall to observe. “He's not staying in here,” said Mr. Hall. It was a question, as much as he wanted to pretend like he could order them around. Part of him knew better. “The hell I'm not,” said Brendan. “If you know about supernaturals, then you know I'm in these handcuffs for a reason and it's not because Brendan has a kink,” Bella said. “If things start to get out of hand, he's around to make sure they don't.”

Meanwhile, the Pendragon Group's stocks plummeted. Before Zagreus could do anything to salvage his company, an explosive story broke the Internet: [Mr. Religious Pendragon is a Butcher of Lives!] The Stein sisters' father—the former CEO of the Steins' company—recorded a video of himself crying as he displayed the sisters' urns. "The Pendragons… They think laws and morality don't apply to them! Look at what they have done to my daughters… They abducted them… and… "They are butchers! They spit in the face of law, of humanity, of decency! But I am alone. I have no power against them… Help me. All of you, help me…"

"What the hell?" "There's a leyline that crosses the cemetery." She hands me back the glowing paper. "We use it to move across time and space to Mr. Bergins' class." "Like teleporting?" "Magical teleporting, but yeah." She beams. "You're not scared are you?" "Hell no." I tuck the paper inside my book, excitement trilling through me. "Used to binge-watch Star Trek shows every summer." "See? I knew I liked you." She loops her arm in mine. "I am an excellent judge of character both the living and dead."

I pulled on a pair of rubber gloves and placed my hand on the victim’s rigid forehead. Then I closed my eyes. The cold sensation climbed up from my fingertips. The vision began dark. In the memory, Amelia Fernandez was kneeling on the ground, trembling all over. In front of her sat a woman in a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses. The woman held out an ice pick, her voice gentle and low as she said, "Put it in. Your husband's loan-shark debt can only be settled once you’re dead. "You're useless. This is the only thing you can do for him.

“Ruth thinks I’m working with the Devil and wants me to arrange a meet-and-greet. Obviously I can’t do that but I agreed anyway so she’d go assist on the exorcism. Evander will be saved at least, but then I…I…I don’t know.” Binx rubs his head against me and jumps off my lap, turning back into his true form. Red eyes glow before me, and an idea takes shape. To anyone else, Binx would be terrifying. He’s old and ancient and has legions of spirits under his command. “We could trick her,” I start. “She’s never met the Devil,” Binx finishes. “If we can get Pandora and Freya in on this…” “It will work,” we say at the same time.

I can’t see the energy, but it’s there…and it infected Evander. The banshee screams again, but Evander doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t react at all. Slowly, he gets to his feet. “Can you hear me?” I ask, heart racing. Binx snaps the neck of the scrapper he’s fighting and comes over, getting a read on Evander’s energy. Evander looks Binx up and charges at me. Binx knocks him to the ground and Evander jumps up, holding out his hands to cast a curse on me.

How had she, a hunter with supernatural powers, been reduced to this cursed existence? Beverly had been aware of the supernatural world for as long as she could remember. Her mother, who had tragically died shortly after giving birth to her, had been a hunter as well. The legacy of her family was one of protectors, of those who shielded the innocent from the malevolent creatures that lurked in the shadows. Her father, a mysterious figure who had vanished without a trace, was also part of this world. It was a world of secrets, of power, and, sometimes, of terrible sacrifices.